The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1887-04-16
cARRoLL's sEMI-cENTENNIAL
April 18th, 1887.
BY HARRY JONES sHELLMAx, NEW YORK,

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BY HARRY JONES sHELLMAH, NEW YORK,
SON of Col. James n. Shellman first Auditor
Carroll County Circuit Court
l.
Half of a eentury's come and gone;
Full fifty years have passed away
Since over PARIS Ridge burst the dawn
OF Carroll County's natal day;
And ne'er, while gazing on the earth,
Did Phebus smile on fairer birth:
For Nature, laying out the plot,
Had made of 1t a garden spot,
And spread beneath the azure skies
Almost an earthly paradise.
When rang the bells and cheered the crowd
OF good folk who were gathered here.
The swelling echo. long and loud,
Resounded on the atmosphere.
From Mitten's Hill the answer came
To where Beck Elder staked her claim.
Applauding at the christening
Until they made the welkin ring,
Because twas given as grand name
As ever has been known to fame.
II seems a dream. see again
The spectre forms of other years:
And chiefest of thousand men
The shade of valiant Gist appears.
And then another form see,
Our own star-Spangled=Banne Key.
Whose grand and patriotic rhyme
Floats down the corridors OF time.
And links his name from sea to sea
Unto the banner Of the free.
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And decked in ermine pure see
Another form, the jurist great.
For twas in Carroll's boundaries he,
Our fancy, grew to mans estate.
And now woman's form glides by,
A face most pleasing to the eye;
Though Carroll's daughters fair may be,
The fairest of them all is she;
And on her hand she wears ring
As lawful consort of a Kings
Van Bibber, bard of Avondale,
Glides past me. but he's not alone;
There's Rhinehart, who hath rent the veil
From forms which dwelt in blocks of stone,
And woven for himselfa crown
And won his need of lifes renown;
And Dielman, who with brush doth give
The magic touch which makes things live
On canvas. Thus we have the three
Arts: Painting. Sculpture, Poetry.
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hear the bugle's loud appeal;
l see the serried ranks of blue;
Anon hear the clash Of steel.
Aud IA.
1 follow TO the battles fore;
see the horrid front Of war;
And there Is Burns our Burns the brave,
Defying danger and the grave,
Bearing aloft the eolors where,
Grim Death holds sway, and dying there.
Ihear again the muster roll
Ofthose who for the flag have bled,
And HdnRin0's name is on the scroll
ofthose who're numbered with the dead:
And Decker, Angel. woolery, banner,
Gave life to save the starry banner.
Grogg, Wolfe and shafer, Malehorn brave,
And Lawyer died the flag to save;
And Others nobly paid the price.
Martyrs in Freedoms sacrifice.
Viii.
hear again old party cries.
And Eye shellman, Hook and Scott,
Raymond, LeCompte and Roberts rise
In dreams-in life they answer not;
And Willis, ShriveF. Fisher, Brown,
Who won their measure ofrenown;
Matthias Warfield. cockey. Shower,
Who were the leaders Of the hour.
And Powder. Ecker. Davis. NALL.
Have passed away beyond the veil
TX.
Full fifty years. But few survive
Who were the peoples leaders then;
Boyle, Longwell, Maulsby, Parke stiH live,
To fight old battles DER again;
And in the West still ring the tones
OF Freedoms champion, John Paul Jones;
While chief amongst the younger men
Is one who was an urchin then,
And Carroll proudly lays the claim,
To all his eloquence. all his fame.
X.
hear again mysterious sounds
Come floating oyer Pipe Creek wales,
IT'S grim IeMaster's baying hounds,
The bugbear ofold women's tales;
Again see mid lightnings glance,
On Furnace Hill, hobg0blins' dance
Once more hear the fairies laugh
As waters from PARIS spring quaffi
Or shrink when demon hootings mock
My search for babes in Hollow Rock,
NJ.
l see again your genial skies,
Oh, Carroll. land Of wondrous beauty,
Fairest In all your childrens' eyes;
To love thee is q pleasing duty;
see Patapsco's sparkling stream
Der rocky rapids fash and CLEAN;
And Pipe Creeks murmuring waters run
Where wakefeld's glories greet The sun;
And Terra Rubra's hlpshing soil,
And Priestlsnd bloom for honest toll.
XII
OH Carroll jewel bright and rare
As any worn by Maryland,
Thy sons are brave, thy daughters fair
You've bounteous wealth Of your command;
In this, thy half Centennial day,
offer thee my humble lay;
Proud of thy beauty and thy name;
Proud of thy need Of power and fame;
Here bending lowly at thy shrine,
hail thee, love thee, neither mine.
sMadame BonapaFte, nee Patterson, lawful viii
Louis, King Of WeStphalia.